#dagger time

[sixteenthtry]

I now have the perfect excuse to buy a weapon and also have it be mcr merch at the same time. Gerard I love you.

[jaskierswolf]

Alternative to Jaskier being competent with daggers. He thinks he’s really cool and flirty with the blade in his hand but he cannot hold onto the dagger for more than a second before stabbing himself. Once he managed to drop it when it was still sheathed. The hilt landed on his foot and he ended up limping for a week. The time he tried to flip it in his hands Geralt almost had a heart attack and ended up slicing his hand catching the blade mid-air before the damn thing could stab Jaskier instead.

[jaskierswolf]

Dandelion sighed wistfully as he brushed out the curls from his long golden blond hair. His performance had been a resounding success but he was exhausted. His lute was tucked away safely in its case under the bed and he’d stripped off his clothes and hat. Instead he’d pulled on an extravagant ivory white silk dressing gown to wear until he was ready for bed. He still needed to wipe away the kohl from around his eyes and his cheeks were stained with pink blush. He could perform perfectly well without the make-up but he’d noticed an increase in tips when he dressed to impress.

Geralt was finishing up with a contract and wouldn’t be back until at least the morning. That left Dandelion by himself in their shared room at the inn and he’d noticed a couple of thuggish looking men leering at him. With Geralt by his side no one would touch him but he had a troublesome habit of getting into a spot of bother when he was on his own. He’d slipped his dagger into the holster on his upper thigh for his own protection before his performance. Both the dagger and its holster had been a present from Geralt after a particular well paid job for the royal family of Temeria. Geralt had grumbled and forced the bundle into Dandelion’s arms with some bullshit excuse about not wanting to protect him anymore.

Dandelion was absolutely dreadful at using his dagger, he was more likely to cut himself than his opponent but being armed was better than nothing. Dandelion chuckled and brushed his fingers along the jewelled hilt of the dagger, the cold metal pressing against his skin. It was a comforting sensation when Geralt was away.

He sighed again and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He tilted his head and licked his lips as he got lost in his thoughts, wondering if Geralt would return soon. He hoped his witcher would be safe. He tried not to worry, he’d seen Geralt in action. He knew how fearsome Geralt could be, but he also knew his friend was not invincible and so he worried all the same.  He pouted at his reflection and wrapped a blond lock of hair around his finger.

The door flung open and Dandelion stood up in a flash, his hand reaching for the dagger strapped to his thigh.

“Fuck, Geralt.” He sighed in relief as his witcher walked into the room.

“Dandelion?” Geralt’s gaze darkened as it lingered over Dandelion’s body.

Dandelion smirked and pulled the dagger from its holster, inspecting the blade carefully. “I thought you were someone else.”

“Just me.”

Dandelion licked his lips and vaguely pointed the dagger in Geralt’s direction. “Not ‘just you’, darling.”

Geralt gently grabbed the tip of the dagger and moved it aside so it was no longer pointing at him. “You’re safe now, Dandelion.”

Geralt pulled the dagger from his grip and his fingers brushed the soft skin of Dandelion’s thigh as he sheathed the dagger. Dandelion felt a shiver go down his spine. He leant against Geralt’s chest and buried his face in the witcher’s neck, enjoying the feel of his lover’s touch.

“I’m always safe with you, my dear,” Dandelion winked and brushed his lips against Geralt’s cheek. “I love you.”

Geralt’s hands wrapped around his waist and he pressed his forehead against Dandelion’s. “And I you.”

[jaskierswolf]

Geralt teaches Jaskier to fight with a dagger, Geraskier - 680 words.

Warnings: Vaguely horny, implied weapon kink, dagger flirting, name calling, nothing explicit though. Pre-smut

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Jaskier was pouting. Geralt was trying to teach him how to fight, and he was fucking bored, not least because he’d already received the best education that Lettenhove could offer. He could handle a blade just fine, thank you very much. He just preferred not to get involved. He liked having Geralt there to protect him. He like being valuable enough that Geralt wanted to protect him. It gave him a warm fuzzy feeling and made him feel like he was on top of the world. He didn’t want to have to protect himself, and definitely not with something so ghastly as the blade in his hand.

“What?” Geralt growled, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Jaskier threw the dagger from one hand to another. The weight felt alright, and he was certain that practically it was a fine blade, but it was ugly. Jaskier didn’t do ugly. “I’m not fighting with this.”

“It’s a dagger. It saves your life. Who cares what it looks like?” Geralt asked, his eyes not leaving the blade and Jaskier spun it nimbly in his fingers. He’d spent many hours of his youth learning the best tricks with his dagger, and later his sword. It had helped to build up the dexterity in his fingers and wrists that he needed for the lute, before he’d been allowed his first instrument.

Jaskier sighed dramatically and inspected the shining steel blade carefully. “I care. I’m a bard, Geralt. I should have a dagger to match my beauty.”

Geralt hummed and rolled his eyes. “Fine, but it’ll do for now. Let’s go.”

Jaskier flipped the dagger in his hand, tossing it into the air with a flick of his wrist before catching it again. He smirked and pointed it at his witcher, delighting in the gorgeous blush on Geralt’s cheeks. “Come on then, witcher, teach me what you know!”

They danced back and forward, exchanging blows. Jaskier laughed as Geralt growled in frustration, clearly not expecting any skill from his bard, but Jaskier was quick, not as quick as a witcher on potions but quick enough to dazzle his partner. It was enough to give him the upper hand for just a few moments before Geralt regained his composure. Jaskier cursed as Geralt began to take control of the fight, no longer afraid of hurting him.

“You can fight?”

“Of course I can fight! What do you think I do when you’re not here?”

Geralt growled and lunged forward. Jaskier stumbled until his back hit a tree. Geralt’s dagger pressed against his throat, the cold steel making him shiver as Geralt’s body pushed up against his. Jaskier raised his hands in defeat and grinned at his witcher. He might have lost the fight but he had Geralt exactly where he wanted him.

He dropped his dagger and ran a finger along Geralt’s cheek, raising his chin as the dagger pressed harder against his throat. “You win, darling. Now will you claim you prize?”

Geralt’s dagger fell to the floor and Jaskier’s hands were pinned above his head by the witcher, Geralt lips devouring his own with a passion rarely seen in the witcher. Jaskier moaned into the kiss, writhing in Geralt’s grip, grinding his hips against Geralt’s.

“Stay still,” Geralt growled, capturing Jaskier’s bottom lip between his teeth.

Jaskier whined and tried to kiss Geralt but the bastard moved back too fast. “Fuck you,” He muttered. “Better yet, fuck me.”

“Shut up and I might,” Geralt chuckled, his lips brushing along Jaskier’s jaw before sucking at the skin just below Jaskier’s eyes.

Jaskier let out a wanton moan that would have rivalled that of a whore’s. “Gods, hurry up, you bastard.”

Geralt let go of his wrists and lifted up, Jaskier’s legs wrapping around Geralt’s waist. “Needy little whore.”

Jaskier didn’t answer. Instead he attacked Geralt’s neck, biting and licking at any skin he could reach as his hands tore at Geralt’s clothes, wriggling his hips as Geralt awkwardly tugged at his trousers. The daggers were long forgotten, they’d have to try again another day.

[jaskierswolf]

Ok... consider this.... Jaskier lifting Geralt’s medallion off his chest with the tip of his dagger.

[jaskierswolf]

This is your obligatory 18+ warning! Wolfie’s getting smutty tonight (sort of?)

Warnings: Knifeplay, mild choking, dom/sub undertones.

Jaskier held the dagger in his mouth as he straddled Geralt’s waist. Geralt’s shirt was already lost to the floor and Jaskier couldn’t pull his doublet off his arms fast enough. He finally managed to pull it free before he flung the offending item of clothing haphazardly, not caring where it landed. Geralt’s eyes were blown wide and dark with hunger. It was an absolutely sinful sight. Jaskier winked at his lover and carefully pulled the blade from his mouth. He bit his lip as he carefully hooked the blade under Geralt’s medallion. Geralt’s breath hitched and Jaskier smirked.

“Shall we leave this on, love?” He asked with a tilt of his head and lifted the medallion off Geralt’s chest.

Geralt groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. Jaskier smirked and reached forward to cup Geralt’s cheek, rolling his hips as he did. He bit his lip to contain a moan. Both of them were still clothed from waist down, Geralt in his leather trousers and Jaskier in his silk red ones but the friction between them still made Jaskier’s blood race. Jaskier let Geralt’s medallion fall to his chest. It bounced once and then fell flat against Geralt’s pale skin. Jaskier hummed and trailed the flat of the blade just over Geralt’s heart.

“Jaskier.” Geralt murmured breathlessly.

“Hmm?” Jaskier cooed. “What’s that, dear heart?” His free hand ran up Geralt’s stomach towards his shoulders and then back down to pinch Geralt’s nipple.

Geralt let out a low growl, his eyes fluttering shut and he bared his neck to Jaskier so prettily. Jaskier licked his lips as he ever so gently slid the blade up Geralt’s chest and pressed the edge to his throat.

“Jask!” Geralt gasped.

“Is this what you wanted, my darling?” Jaskier asked, pressing the blade a little harder against the soft skin of Geralt’s throat.

“Hmm.”

“Words, Geralt.” Jaskier hummed and rolled his hips again.

“Yes.” He growled.

“You’re so good for me like this.”

Geralt’s cheeks flushed at the praise and Jaskier grinned. Oh his lovely witcher. He was starting to feel heady and his hands were beginning to shake. Fuck, they weren’t even naked yet and his cock was aching with desire. He leant down to capture Geralt’s lip, pulling the bottom one between his teeth. Geralt growled and his hand’s gripped Jaskier arse.

“Fuck, Geralt.” Jaskier could feel his control begin to slip. He thrust against Geralt in desperation to feel that delicious friction. Geralt’s trouser’s were so delightfully tight and he could feel Geralt’s hard cock rub against his. He pulled the dagger away from Geralt’s throat and dragged it along Geralt’s cheek. Geralt’s eyes fluttered open, golden eyes still dark as he gazed up at him. Jaskier winked and threw the dagger at the door. It impaled the wood with a resounding thud and Geralt groaned.

“If we have to pay for that….”

“Shhh..” Jaskier sighed and wrapped his fingers around Geralt’s throat where the blade had been. Geralt lifted his chin and his hips bucked up off the bed. “Patience, darling….”

“Please.” Geralt moaned. “Jaskier.”

Jaskier brushed his lips lightly across Geralt’s cheek and ghosted over Geralt’s lips. “Please what?”

“I want you.” Geralt reached up to try and kiss him but Jaskier moved back, delighting in the way Geralt’s lips chased his.

“You have me, dear heart. However, you want me.”

Geralt’s tongue flicked out to lick his lips and he reached up to tug at the ends of Jaskier’s shirt. “Off now.” He growled.

Jaskier smirked and ran a hand through his hair. “Say please.”

“Fuck.” Geralt glared up at him.

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “Close enough.” He laughed and bopped Geralt on the nose. He pulled off his shirt, definitely not getting it caught around his head. He knelt up and unlaced his trousers before kicking them off with far too much effort. Before the mood could be broken he lunged forward to capture Geralt’s lips in a blistering kiss, his hands immediately threading through Geralt’s hair and tugging roughly at the silver strands.

He moaned as Geralt bit his lips and the kiss deepened. Geralt’s tongue forced its way into Jaskier’s mouth, as they fought for control. Geralt growled and rolled them over. Jaskier’s back slammed into the mattress and he gasped as Geralt began to bite and suck at his neck but Jaskier wasn’t done, the dagger may be beyond his reach but he’d planned to have fun with his witcher tonight, the bastard wasn’t ruining that.

“Did I say you could do that, Geralt?” He snapped as he tugged at Geralt’s hair, pulling him away from his neck.

“No sir.” Geralt hummed.

“That’s what I thought. Take the rest of your clothes off and then get back on the bed.”

Jaskier propped himself up so he could watch the show. The lacing on the front of Geralt’s black leather trousers drove Jaskier insane. It was like Geralt’s cock was begging to be unwrapped, just for him. Geralt knew this and smirked as he gently tugged at the lacing, unthreading it hole by hole until it came loose and the leather fell to the floor. Jaskier moaned as he realised that Geralt had been wearing no underclothes all day.

“Gods, Geralt…” He stared unashamedly at his lover’s hard and leaking cock. “Bed. Now.”

Geralt grunted at crawled back onto the bed, his medallion hanging from his neck. Geralt’s fingers hooked around the band of Jaskier’s underclothes and he met Jaskier’s eyes in a silent question.

“Yes.” Jaskier moaned. “Please.” He lifted his arse of the bed and Geralt pulled them off in one swift movement.

“Fuck.” Geralt cursed as he stared at the sight in front of him. Jaskier preened, his never tired of the way Geralt looked at him.

“Please.” He repeated with a wink. He grabbed the bottle of oil from the table next to the bed and tossed it to Geralt. Geralt snatched the bottle out of the air and pulled the cork out with his teeth.

“If you insist, bard.” Geralt winked and their lips met once more.

[jaskierswolf]

Geralt proposes to Jaskier with a dagger. The blade is waved on the edges and the hilt is silver, embedded with sapphires and amber. The dagger isn’t made to kill. It’s extravagent and luxurious and a complete waste of precious coin, but it’s gorgeous and Jaskier absolutely adores it. Geralt doesn’t even manage to finish asking Jaskier to marry him before Jaskier yells “Yes!” and throws his arms around Geralt’s neck.

[jaskierswolf]

idea for dagger!jaskier: he stirs his tea with them instead of a spoon. he has accidentally broken many many cups this way and it kinda drives geralt crazy but he'd be lying if he said he didnt find it attractive

Daggers were weapons. They were made for killing and maiming people. Geralt knew some noble families, such as the Pankratz family, presented daggers as tokens of engagement instead of rings. Those daggers had ornate hilts adorned with jewels and the blades were rarely sharp enough to cause any real damage. Such a dagger was currently held in Jaskier’s hand. Only this one was ornate and lethal. Geralt couldn’t allow his bard to be unarmed when there were people who wanted to hurt him. The blade was engraved with runes specially designed so that the weapon could only be wielded by Jaskier. If anyone else tried then the dagger would scorch their hand with a magical burn that could never be healed. Jaskier had demanded that the runes be amended to allow Geralt to touch the dagger. In fact he’d refused Geralt’s proposal until he’d promised to amend the enchantments. Jaskier was chattering away about his latest masterpiece but Geralt wasn’t listening. He couldn’t listen. He was too focus on Jaskier’s nimble fingers barely holding on to the pommel of his dagger as he stirred his tea with it. The honey must have been mixed in by now but Jaskier was still stirring, lazily and without a care in the world. The blade occasionally caught the edge of the cup with with a clack but so far the cup remained in one piece.

Geralt hummed as a response to some question. Jaskier drew the blade from his cup and Geralt watched as the liquid trickled down the flat steel and dripped onto Jaskier’s fingers. He swallowed and licked his lips. “Geralt?” Jaskier snapped his fingers on his other hand and Geralt’s met his gaze with a start.

“Yes?” He grumbled as he blinked a couple of times to refocus on Jaskier’s face.

“Are you even listening to me, my dear?” Jaskier was pouting and fuck that was almost as distracting as the dagger.

He grinned, letting his fangs show just enough to make Jaskier blush. “Not at all.”